Reborn Heiress Is Remarrying
Chapter 67: The Fortune Teller’s Gamble

Chapter 67: The Fortune Teller’s Gamble

Chapter 67: The Fortune Teller’s Gamble

Diane was exhausted.

Between Gabriel’s bullshit, Riot’s updates, and the mental gymnastics required to keep track of all her enemies, she was ready to call it a night.

She grabbed her coat, pushed open the office door, and stepped out into the evening air.

The city lights distance looked more warmer than before. She exhaled, feeling the pressure in her chest lessen slightly.

Then, she saw her.

Sitting cross-legged on the sidewalk, wrapped in mismatched scarves and surrounded by trinkets and cards, was the same fortune teller Diane had encountered weeks ago.

’Miru...’

Diane slowed her steps, narrowing her eyes as Miru’s head snapped up, her eyes immediately caught Diane’s like she’d been expecting her.

"Ah, the stubborn one returns." Miru grinned. "I was wondering when fate would drag you back to me."

Diane sighed. "I don’t have time for this."

Miru ignored her comment, waving her hands dramatically over a deck of tarot cards.

"The spirits have a message for you, child."

Diane scoffed. "Last time you told me I’d be devoured if I won’t watch out for the eyes."

Miru smirked. "And yet here you stand...like a wolf among them."

Diane paused, her lips pressed together, forming one line.

"Sit," Miru commanded, patting the empty spot on the crate beside her.

"I have something important to tell you."

Against her better judgment, Diane lowered herself onto the crate, crossing her arms. "Fine. Amuse me."

Miru shuffled her deck, her fingers moved with some already practiced ease.

"The path you walk is full of shadows, but there is a place where your fate can be rewritten."

Diane raised an eyebrow. "Is that so?"

Miru nodded sagely. "You must go to the forest."

Diane blinked. "What?"

"The forest, child. That is where your luck lies."

Diane stared at her. "Are you scamming me?"

Miru gasped, placing a hand over her heart. "I would never!"

Just then, a loud voice interrupted. "YOU LYING WITCH! YOU OWE ME MONEY!"

Diane turned her head to see a very large, very angry man storming toward them.

Miru’s eyes widened, and without missing a beat, she grabbed Diane’s wrist.

"Time to go!"

Before Diane could respond, Miru yanked her up and bolted down the alley, dragging Diane along.

The furious man gave chase, knocking over a fruit stand as he bellowed after them. "I WANT MY MONEY, MIRU!"

Diane, breathless and bewildered, barely kept up. "What the hell did you do?!"

Miru cackled.

"Minor misunderstanding! Maybe I predicted his wife would leave him for his brother—who can say?!"

Diane groaned. "You’re insane."

They turned a corner, and Miru shoved Diane into a small shop entrance, pressing a finger to her lips.

"Shh. Let’s see if the spirits will save me from my debts."

The man ran past, cursing loudly before disappearing into the night.

Miru exhaled in relief. "See? The spirits provide."

Diane pinched the bridge of her nose. "I can’t believe I just got involved in this."

Miru grinned. "So, about that forest—"

Diane held up a hand. "If I go, will you leave me alone?"

"For now."

Diane sighed. "Fine."

Just as Diane was about to leave, a second man appeared from the shadows, looking even more furious than the first.

"There you are, you little fraud!" he shouted, pointing a finger at Miru. "Where’s my money? You told me I’d become rich in a week!"

Miru winced. "Ah, well... rich is a matter of perspective, no?"

Diane turned to Miru, her eyeballs looked like they were going to fall.

"How many people are after you?"

Miru thought for a moment. "I’d say... about five. No, wait, six. Oh, wait—seven, if we count the baker from last week."

The second man lunged, and Miru shoved Diane aside before sprinting down the alley again.

"Gotta run! Remember, child! The forest!"

Diane watched her in fresh disbelief as Miru vanished into the night, leaving her standing alone with yet another furious man.

The man looked at Diane, then back at the alley Miru had disappeared into.

"You know her?"

Diane sighed. "Unfortunately."

The man crossed his arms. "Think she’s telling the truth about that nonsense?"

Diane shook her head, rubbing her temples. "Honestly? At this point, I have no idea."

As she walked away, she muttered under her breath, "I swear, if this leads to another ridiculous mess, I’m never listening to a fortune teller again."

The man huffed, then stormed off in the opposite direction, muttering curses under his breath.

Diane exhaled, finally alone for the first time since this ridiculous chase began.

She glanced down the alley where Miru had vanished.

The forest.

What was that supposed to mean?

A distraction? A lie? Or, somehow, was Miru actually telling the truth?

Diane shook her head.

She had enough sense to know that trusting Miru was a mistake.

And yet, something nagged at her.

With a groan, she turned and made her way toward the city’s edge.

If Miru was telling the truth—somehow—then there was only one forest she could be talking about:

Blackthorn Woods.

The name alone sent a chill through her.

Everyone knew to avoid it.

People who wandered in often never came back, and those who did were changed—wide-eyed, mumbling about voices in the trees and creatures that shouldn’t exist.

The thought of Miru running straight in there made Diane uneasy.

Still, she had come this far.

By the time she reached the tree line, the moon had risen high.

The woods loomed before her... Not even the wind stirred.

Diane hesitated. This was stupid. She should turn back.

Then, from deep within the forest, she heard it.

A whisper.

Not the rustling of leaves, not the call of an animal—a whisper, her name, spoken softly but unmistakably.

Diane went rigid.

Her breath caught in her throat.

She turned immediately, expecting Miru to pop out from behind a tree with that crazy grin—but no one was there.

Another whisper, this time closer.

Diane took a step back. Maybe the stories were true. Maybe Miru really had been onto something.

Before she could decide whether to run or investigate, the ground beneath her shifted.

It wasn’t an earthquake.

It was something else.

The earth seemed to ripple beneath her feet, like the ground itself was alive.

The trees groaned, their branches twisted unnaturally toward her.

Diane stumbled, heart pounding.

Then, a person darted between the trees.

"Miru?" she called, but no answer came.

Then, the whisper again, almost right next to her ear:

"You shouldn’t have come."